Albert Yates of New York City was randomly chosen last week’s $25 winner with the correct answer to the question: What did Bill hold behind his back? Ans: His fingers.
She wasn’t racing in the Indy 500. Or the Daytona 500. Or the stock car 500. She was on the 500 hairpin turns of Malibu Canyon—wheeling my sports car.
“Well, Ms. Mario Andretti,” I said, “I hope you got that little thrill out of your system.” I wiped blood from the back of my clawed hand and unfolded myself from the car.
“I love four-wheel skids,” Cindy said. “Almost won first place in the Visalia Go-cart Competition when I was fifteen.”
“Spun-out on the last lap.”
We climbed out from the car, and Cindy said, “Race you to the sand,” and shot off running, leaving me to lug all the stuff.
No way was I going to swim. It was wintertime for gosh sake. But there she was, standing in the cold surf, grinning, her dress half wet.
And there I stood, in love with an oddball, watching and smiling.
“I’ll get us a spot up by the rocks,” I hollered. “Watch out for sharks.”
She charged out of the water, ran up to me and jumped into my arms.
“I was only kidding,” I said, my legs nearly buckling from the 125-pound load, and annoyed about getting all wet.
“I know,” she said with a kiss. “Tit for tat.”
We settled onto a blanket in a secluded alcove. Perfect for making out under the sun.
“Are you warm enough?” I said, placing a hand on her cold leg.
“Warm enough for you.”
“Hold that smile.” I stood and took her picture.
“I love that space between your front teeth.” (And that wasn’t the only space I loved.)
“I used to spit through them, just like the boys.”
After some hugging and squeezing, she jumped up and straightened her dress. “Let’s take a run.”
I grabbed the Frisbee and we scampered off.
Back In The Car
Cindy whirled out of the lot toward the freeway—not the canyon.
She slammed it into second gear and said, “What adventures have you planned for next weekend?”
I looked at her and grinned. “Ever hear of the Seaside Hot Springs Resort?” (Brier Patch 10)
Thanks for dropping by.
Next Week: Cindy Does Hot-Tubbing and …
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Linda Moffitt saysMarch 20, 2018 at 9:52 pm
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